Floetry by JulietKego: Ha! Your Laughter

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Dear Lord!
(A pause, a pun, an exclamation)…
I hear traces of thunder
In your laughter
And one day, I will write
Your laughter into words
Capture how your larynx opens
Like an unfolding petal to my sun
How your throat swallows up my air
As it convulses in mirth,
And on your cheeks
Unformed dipped-in dimples
Struggle not to cheekily crinkle
As hot and cold air whooshes out,
Condensing into droplets
Washing my body-soul-spirit
Like vibrating rivulets of rains
And I become Earth’s wet centre;
A pulsating core of the universe.
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#FloetrybyJulietKego: The Season of My Love

 

In the season when I first loved you
I swear I heard a sigh from the lady rain
as she wept non stop, (unlady-like), out loud
I guess from the fullness of your man cloud
Perhaps like me, she could not contain
the sight of your beauty-powered grace

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#FloetryByJulietKego: A Night Out With The King.

Juliet Kego Ume-Onyido Poet A Night Out with the KingAn invitation to dine with the King?
With wonder we all fall on bended knees.
Here all that is of darkness flees
Bring out the box with a baguette diamond ring
We shall adorn ourselves to enter his holy place
Do we put on precious pearls and silken lace?
Do we bath ourselves in red rubies of fires?
Or in our stunning, sparkling sapphires?
Do we come with heavy hearts, bare and open?
With sealed souls now ready to heal and awaken?

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#FloetrybyJulietKego: A Bouquet of Poems

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Today,
I found a bouquet of Earth’s 7 poems
resting on my doorsteps
one for each layer of creation….

The air in Judea came alive
with perfumes of your poems
a hint of humble hibiscus,
giving, gazing gardenias,
wise, impish izoras,
thorny, red roses
fun, flirty lilies,
a wisp of zany zinnias,
and a lone, shy, smiling sunflower,
all laced up in a vase,
filled with the aromas
of your presence, Yeshua
I am Elizabeth,
John danced in joy in my womb
when you came visiting

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#122. Floetry by JulietKego – Sons and Daughters of Okigbo

No man can outwit the ancestors Quote

#NaPoWriMo Day 2

[This is not a poem; it is Floetry inspired by true events].

At Okigbo’s shrine
seeds of his loins gathered
and called out to him:

 

“Nna anyi! Nna anyi!
Ifekandu, hear us.
Biko nu, mere anyi Ebele.
Do not look away.
Mbah nu.
Your son is desecrating
the waters
The priestesses find his semen
in the holiest of rivers
His seeds scattered
across the land
(lost in the fields of shame)
Does he not know
they each carry his gifts?
That we must find them
to raise them?
Alu na eme n’obodo anyi”

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#InspiredReading: A Poet’s Bible by David Rosenberg

#InspiredReading One of my dreams this year is to return to Jerusalem. It won’t be the first time. In fact, I’ve been to Jerusalem a couple of times and can attest to the poetry that exists in every inch of the city. in Africa, I had a similar experience in Botswana.
In these special places, there seems to be some unnamed beauty that calls my soul’s forgotten name. It is like every thought I have there becomes poetry…
The sacred-spiritual-sensuality of poetry has always fascinated me and i find myself drawn to only poetry that evokes all these senses at once.
Anyway, I digress, this post is about a book I’m reading now. I am ecstatic to start off the new year with David Rosenberg’s A POET’S BIBLE. I read a few pages of this remarkable book on a plane ride, after borrowing to from a fellow passenger.
I was enthralled and started devouring the words 9for lack of a better expression). I tend  to read really fast, however, this was a very voluminous book!
And by the time the plane touched down, in the flurry of disembarking, I’d somehow forgotten to write down the title of the book and the name of author. It became the gnawing, not-quite-clear, beautiful experience and memory.
This was until I recently walked into a book sale CoverNotes Coffee house in Richmond Hill and viola! A Poet’s Bible…
And then, a new writing mentor also recommends the book in an email earlier today, (he saw the book as a great fit for the style of floetry I write (and hope to continue writing) . Music to these ears1 :-).
A bit from the introduction of A POET’S BIBLE; “With vivid metaphor, Rosenberg delves into the core of each biblical book.
The Bible’s poetry has been translated as prose for centuries, usually by clerics and scholars indifferent to the provocative wordplay and imagery of the original Hebrew poet.
The evocative and engaging poetry in a Poet’s Bible will allow the secular reader to n grasp this great classic in modern term.”
*David Rosenberg is a poet, essayist and biblical scholar. He is the best known and most widely sought after translator of the bible in our time.
A Poet’s Bible is my recommended #WWNInspiredReading pick for January 2016. Enjoy!
P.S: Some of the works of the great Khalil Gibran will be our picks for the remaining months of this first quarter.
 ♥ Cyber-hugs,
Juliet Kego |The Reminderist™
(You may also find me here: http://www.wholewomannetwork.org)

#118. Floetry by JulietKego: I.Love.You

‪#‎ThisIsNotAPoem‬ ‪#‎RandomMusings‬
Floetry by JulietKego: I.Love.You
I.Love.You.
It is not a declaration
Or a proclamation
It is not a place
Or a feeling
Or a thought
or a thing
or words
Or a phase
or a meaning-less-ful phrase
or a craze
or magic
or madness
It is not about me
or about you
or about love
It is not to be connected
or pieced apart
or to be analyzed
or proved
or justified
It is not about truths or lies
It is not a blame
or a name
or a game
or a journey
or a destination
or a complication
It is not about worthiness
Or brokenness
or being lost or found
or falling or rising
or right or wrong
It is simply this:
I.Love.You.
Here. There.
Nowhere. Everywhere
Simple. Simply.This;
I.Love.You. 🙂
(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

#PraisePoetry #LettersToYeshua #Floetry #18. A Song For Lovers: I Choose You!

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Day 2. NaPoWriMo- Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!

Poem: A Song For Lovers: I Choose You!

[A melodic ode to sensuality & spirituality; Song-of-Solomon-eque; praise-poetry; worship poems]

Dear Yeshua,

There was no music
and yet we danced to our own beats
We swayed sensually to the rhythm
of our fired pulses ‘n’ heartbeats
I shall remember these moments,
I’ll freeze them in timeless space
Especially the sacred hour
I looked into your soul and saw my own face

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